Lest We Forget
I pin a red poppy to the collar of my jacket. I think about all the military men and women over the years that I've had the pleasure of knowing. Today is a tribute to them and the sacrifices they've made in the past and present. To our troops who are away from their loved ones, to those who will soon depart, and to those that never returned home: thank you.
In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. — Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)